Metamorphosis in Blue

Death.
It was one of my greatest loves- and despite it claiming my father from me so suddenly- it still is.
I don't fear it, or hate it...it's the flip side of birth.

There is nothing comparable in emotion as when you are holding the hand and watching the person you love most, die. The father who was there for you without question. I gave him the only gift I knew to give- peace. Release.

The old saying, "If you love something, let it go" never rang so true. I will miss him, but I told him to go on, to pass over and not worry about a thing.

Though my heart is broken, it still beats. Love is not interrupted by death, only strengthened.

Transformation is my mantra lately.
There is no end, only change. He is not dead, only in different form.

I love you, Daddy.